A Bird In The Hand

[Verse 1: LuzID] Tuck me in my stupid nighty, whisper You've been untidy sister and god almighty might slicy the blister He said he likes me, but he does not like me with her I forget why I'm whining when I'm never whiny the winner I guess I guess I guess I can't be tiny just little The ninety times that they've diddled the psyche, eyes, of a vigil When I try to be fickle, liven up the light of my libel Libel I'm only tryna revive the time in the middle But why do I go, lolly psycho Copy by code, I press a key I tend to rocking typos Every body might know, keep your hobbies micro You see me clearly but the job is obvi foggy maestro You understand when you are tempted To attempt the tenth of tension I've tended to tech and tested The temp of my own intestines Instead of the text I kept it My head is content and dented My debt to the rest is destined But death is a dim dimension Dim, the midol, my limbs are my idols When they rinse in the cycle, they have since been delightful Yes I'm in dinner final, thin thicker vital Diss the disciple, pin pickin Big sin bigger bibles I love the way you wish to celebrate besotted You dedicate your bobbin to my vegetated coffin Weak boned, our hearts have heavy weight in common I don't hesitate with caution when I hesitate with talkin [Hook] A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush x3 A bird in the hand is worth two [Verse 2:] Grab the bits and the clippings emitting from my splitting bidding If I'm losing while quitting, then it better be benefiting No negativity, sitting I'm technically kid, I'm kidding Festivities get me spinning Not regularly committing Take. all regret, sew it into the visage So what does it mean to forgive, if, everything isn't alive This, levity bib in a kid, dipped, obscenity been in a him Did empathy make it a list or did jealousy make it a myth? I'm mixed, there is a wrong in my bond They claim that they will sing another song that's beyond But they also claim they are but they're not honest to god They told me to talk but he takes so long to respond What is virility, really If you're a woman and you're willy-nilly To stop picking out the lillies, then they only want you silly Friends may only want you frilly, when your head is off the hilly, me i only want you me I only want you ily [Hook]